Lord of the Mysteries

“France is great.” I had plans of politely complimenting his country, but perhaps because I’m used to lampooning, I almost blurt out: “Great at surrendering.”

“Cough…” I cough dryly and say no more, lest he finds Chinese-styled sense of humor unacceptable.

After chatting for a while, I point in the direction of the airport.

“Mr. Zaratulstra will take a few more hours before he arrives. Shall we head inside and have something to drink?”

“Wine?” Rosago looks at me.

“No. I mean coffee, tea, cola, and so on. Don’t drink and drive.” I’m surprised that his first reaction towards the suggestion is wine.

You’re a professional chauffeur!

Aren’t you a little too rash?

The foreigner, Rosago, clearly didn’t understand my humor. After thinking for a few seconds, he says, “Sorry, I woke up too early today and am still a little sleepy. I’ll be sleeping in the car for a while.”

“Okay.” I secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Although I’m not against social interactions, and I’m even willing to be on good terms with people from a partnered company, I still feel a little uncomfortable thinking about having to spend a few hours with a stranger I’m not familiar with.

Even if the other party were a beauty, this feeling wouldn’t be any less.

Yes, that’s the case for me. Perhaps he shares the same thoughts. That’s probably why he chose to sleep in the car.

Returning from the parking lot to the airport, I randomly find an empty seat and sit down, not putting what I said about drinking something into practice.

It all costs money!

Based on my understanding of CEO Huang, he’s quite generous. But at the same time, as the big boss, he wouldn’t pay attention to the reimbursements of a mere employee. These sorts of trivial matters are usually handled by the finance department that follows a particular procedure.

Therefore, if I waited until noon at the airport, I would definitely be able to claim the expenses for lunch, but I would have to bear the expenses for coffee, cola, tea, snacks, etc. Those are unnecessary expenses.

Of course, if I could get Comrade Rosago to join me for the meal, then I would be able to claim such expenses—client entertainment!

For this reason, when I invited him earlier, I was actually quite sincere. At least half of it was true.

After sitting for a while and using my phone, I suddenly realize a serious issue:

hadn’t had breakfast

left in

I listen to the rumbling of my stomach and feel my thirst and hunger,

airport is expensive. Shall I look for KFC or McDonalds, or get some

the first shop that looks like it sells local delights,

phone buzzes as I approach the frozen

the matter?” I glance

the other end of

undergoing a thunderstorm.

to using

fellow too unlucky… I’m amused yet

shall we wait at the

time because the

couldn’t buy a ticket to stop at this station, it would take a maximum of 90 minutes from the airport

little longer. I’ll wait for

speak, I see the door to the ice cabinet push open. A small, fair, fat hand reaches in and picks up

a child that looks

Sitting in a pram, its face

are so irresponsible! I gaze up

intention of stopping them.

as they don’t abuse the child,

one-year-old eat ice cream a

the child appears quite

possibility that we have to rush over to the high-speed railway station at any time. I

I find a place to sit down and

tickets for today’s high-speed railway have been sold out. Mr. Zaratulstra will have to stay there

can head back directly. I don’t have to wait

head

again tomorrow,” Rosago says immediately. “Come to the parking lot. I’ll send you back.

reply with a

that I’m saving money and being greedy. After all, I

relations with the employees of

up getting an additional order, it gives me

problem is how I’ll get along with

can be quite awkward if two

It’s only about an hour anyway… I console myself. I leave the airport and find Rosago